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| Just a few blogthings to fill the void, back soon |
| 05.27.05 (12:11 pm) [edit] |
Your Irish Name Is... |
Aislin Malone
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Your #1 Match: ENFP
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The Inspirer
You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!
You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist. |
Your #2 Match: INFP
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The Idealist
You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.
Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.
It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.
But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.
You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist. |
Your #3 Match: ENFJ
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The Giver
You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.
Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.
Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.
You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.
You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist. |
The Keys to Your Heart
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You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. |
In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. |
You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. |
You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. |
Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. |
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. |
You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. |
In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily. |
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| Let's go to a parade |
| 05.23.05 (6:07 pm) [edit] |
Today, in High River, the Little Britches Parade and Rodeo was held. The rodeo is for entrants 3-16 years of age and is in its 47th year. It is very much a tradition here.
I enjoyed the parade. It was a great blend of local color and well, local color. The Stampede Show Band, the Round Up Band and the Stetson Show Band are all regular visitors and put on a good show. Clan Maxwell and Scottish Tradition add the needed (to me anyways) pipe bands that make a good parade. It wasn't the international crowd you'll see at the Stampede in Calgary, although I did hear at least 4 languages other than English being spoken in the groups around me. The floats are cheesy, built in someone's garage and the few professional floats are jaded, the themes are over done and there's a desperation feel to some of them. Pretty typical small town stuff. The Shriners were as always, one of my favourite portions. They were out in force, usually we get the cars and the Oriental Band and maybe the bikes but this year we had the cars, bikes, airplanes, mounted guard and the band as well as more than a couple dignitaries and the children's bus. I have to wonder, last year I sat in a very different part of the route, and was appalled and angered to hear some of the crowd actually booing the oriental band. Given some of the remarks the arab feel of their clothing was enough to warrant booing apparently. *FEH*. So it crosses my mind that this year, rather than letting that incident fester they were out in force to show everyone what they do. Sure there's always naysayers... organizations are good to a degree etc etc etc. Frankly I enjoy the Shriners and view them a s a benign group that sadly I don't really notice unless they aren't in my favourite parades. (Go me! feh)
There was a little something that just didn't sit well with me. That general sense of ennui that seems to be perculating its way through the world lately. I watched people stare open eyed at groups of kids dressed so cute that they made your teeth itch. One of the honorary parade marshalls was Ernie Henderson. A gentleman of extraordianary stories and life experience who is 100 years old. The same as this town. He was an RCMP officer in this area in years past and had a number of other representatives in various period uniforms as his color guard. Hardly anyone seemed to care. Maybe it's me. But when I was a kid we'd have stood up and cheered that. Not so today. A few scattered spots of applause and past he went. Same reaction for the Stampede Queen and Princesses, the Steele Scouts, and even the very professional and well presented bands. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but they sure weren't going to be the first one to holler yeehaaaw in response to the parade participants inciting them to.
Come on people, if someone takes pride in the history of our nation and dresses up one of Sam Steele's estimiable scouts and tells you to holler YEee HAW the freakin' least you can do is holler.
*grumble*
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| OH my! ;P it had to happen:) |
| 05.17.05 (12:08 pm) [edit] |
You Are: Tigger "The Trigger"
You are Tigger "The Trigger". Your head is made outa rubber and your bottom is made outa springs. What's up with that? I think that all of your bouncing is just a cover for your secret life as the gunman for the Hundred Acre Wood gang. "Whacking's what Tiggers do best!" You are currently serving as a bodyguard for Winnie the Pooh who is being hunted by Heffalumps and Woozels over a honey "misunderstanding".
What Disney Mobster are you?
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| Back onto the knitting trail. |
| 05.13.05 (9:55 am) [edit] |
Or Knit, Count, Swear, Count, decide You screwed up, count again, knit, compare pattern to knitting, decide it's the pattern, knit, count, swear LOTS as you find that nope it's you.
And get this, we do this for enjoyment *snicker*.
It's been a good long time since we had a good old fashioned WIP update, mostly cause there's been no updating to be done. :P
Peacock Feathers Shawl by Dorothy Siemans of Fiddlesticks Knitting. Still a WIP. Was a HUGE source of annoyance when I dropped a stitch and had to tink back about 18 rows or thereabouts. Got a little disheartened and set it aside for a while. Then we moved (ARGH) and finally in the last week or so I've been picking her up again. That's when the whole count and knit and swear sequence started. I have to say that none of this aggravation has been as a result of the pattern in any way shape or form. It's all been me ;P. I AM my own worse enemy. I get cocky. As some of you might just recall I was very taken with both the zephyr wool/silk blend and the pattern at the beginnings of this shawl...way back when. I still love both very much. We're still good friends and keep in touch. BUT... after I had to tink it back I realized that the reason I had to was that I had become a touch cocky. I'd stopped fingerblocking it to see the lovely feather shapes emerging. If I'd still been doing that I'd have caught the dropped stitch in a much more timely space of time and knitted stitches (when I did finally stop and admire and finger block it ran like a scared rabbit :() It's sort of like life you know? You think you got it all together and poof one loose stitch and it all unravels before your very eyes. But I digress (so what else is new?)
Now for the counting part. At the end of each section of chart there's a little checknote that says at the end of Row * you will have X stitches. I counted. I recounted and counted again. I was missing 5 stitches.. not one, or two.. but FIVE. No way I sectioned counted and this is when things got hairy. Section wise I seemed to be okay? *STRANGE* but true.
With a great deal of reluctance I thought just maybe it was a pattern error and worked the row again (after tinking it back) nope, still same count and yet the pattern *WORKS* all the little feather eyes are all where they're supposed to be. What the hell?
After a bit more anguish and selfflagelation as part of the reason this had become a top drawer project was an intention of entering it in the local fair this summer I figured, lots of galloping horses around here and continued on to the next chart. Guess what? it was me after all *CUE HEAVY SIGH* At the end where I'd dropped the stitch I'd obviously not picked all of them back up when I tink'd back. A few *adjustments* and I was back to Number equality. But is it still fair worthy? DUNNO yet.. going to see how noticeable it is when I get it done and blocked out. Stay tuned...
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| Watch out for Big Brother |
| 05.08.05 (4:39 pm) [edit] |
I'm installing a webcam on one of our computers. It's been a busy week in that regard but what caught me is this warning label on the back (a sticker no less...like it's breaking news and had to be added on...) of the manual (that comes in 14 languages o.O) Here it is in all it's glory.
"WARNING: Handling the cord(s) on this product may expose you to lead, a chemical known to the State of California to cause cancer and birth defects or other reproductive harm. Wash hands after handling."
*SNORT*
The STATE of CALIFORNIA. Not a medical or governing body in Canada the last time I checked anyways.
The last word on cancer causing agents I guess. Good thing they told us, as you know I go around eating with lead cutlery.
That said, if lead is poisonous (and yes I know but just go with if for the sake of the sarcasm okay?) then why is it used in the manufacture of said cord(s)? Why isn't it a banned substance? I mean what if some baby crawled to the back of a computer and sucked on the cords? We must protect the children, mustn't we? Sorry, new law now, cords just not contain one little iota of metal. Metal is bad, so the lead is a double threat, someone might cut themselves on a sharp bit of this metal and oh my... so that's it cords are now plastic. Electrical impulses or web cam images... hey, you want that to go through the cord? No way no how. Figure out a way to get plastic to conduct electricity. And plastic can probably conduct eletricity but it's not as efficient as copper now is it? And it doesn't add anything to my rant to have you sitting there asking these little logical questions now does it? So just hush... I'm on a roll here.
So okay, now that I'm all interrupted and all that I will admit I've been immersed in the land of the Yarn Harlot and am just a little bit snarky and sarcastic as a result. Not as bad as when I read the Knitting Curmudgeon (now she can haul off and rant) I'll admit. But I also find myself with a need to do irrational knitting tricks like my 11 1/2 hour wedding shawl. She just *INSPIRES* don'tcha know?
I can remember a few years back, being on one of the knitlists (prolly knitlist (gofigure)) and waiting in awe for yet another of her knitting escapades to be shared with us mere plebian knitters. Now she is a wonderful knitter and can create incredible stuff, as evidenced by the incredible drool worthy (yes to a knitter they are droolworthy) but what makes her a KnittingGoddess of the like of dare I say it, EZ is her nearly unbelievable aptitude for turning the stress and joy of knitting into side splitting rolicking humour. Ask dearhubby, he's stared at me in utter amazement (shock, one finger on the phone to call for whitecoated men) as I've giggled and snorted my way through one of her myriad of encounters with how knitting as an obsession and the real world collide. In fact, somewhere, in one of the umpteen disks of saved stuff that I'll never document nor organize is her Why you should not knit while skating story. The stuff of legends I tell you.
Go. Read. Laugh, and don't say I didn't warn ya when you have to clean your monitor.
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| $#)(*&$%)&** So this is what a rant is really like... |
| 05.07.05 (7:56 pm) [edit] |
I had a friendship that lasted about 25 years. We met when I was 13 and she was 16. We were both not *IN* in school, but we didn't care. We laughed we sang, we camped, we plotted, we were friends. That was what mattered. Not being in.
She moved to Calgary, I followed a year or two later. We were roommates (badly), she had her way to be in life and I had mine. We worked harder at being friends, we joked, than some people work at being married. She married, I lived with someone then eventually married him and got divorced. She was still with her love. That was cool. I wanted her to have the things in life that I had, the freedom, the job, etc. She wanted me to have the things in life she had, a husband, a family, a life as a part of someone else's life.
Still we were friends. I thought.
Turns out however, that she wasn't my friend. She was my judge and jury and as soon as I did something in my life that she didn't approve of ... (hmmm this is a leap on my part I will admit, but she'd done to folks before. Her and her her hubby refusing to stand up at someone's wedding because they disapproved and refusing to go to it.) So as soon as I did something that did not sit well with her thinking we weren't friends anymore. In this case, as she's told my children, who all grew up calling her auntie and to whom she was dearer than their own blood aunts, that the reason we stopped talking was because I was into having children and she was not. Read I shouldn't have had my two daughters I guess. Well, she stopped talking. I didn't. She stopped calling me. She invited me to a birthday party but asked me not to get on someone's case. Someone who had repeatedly taken the time to inform me how much of a better friend to her than I was. So when she told me that I was welcome so long as I didn't get on this person's case. I told her that since she obviously felt I would be disruptive to her party, that as her friend I would absent myself so as not to wreck it for her. I remember telling her I was pregnant. She wasn't happy. I could see it in her eyes. I was so stupid, i thought it was because she was concerned for my health. Doesn't appear to be that way now. Appears that I went over the allowable children level.
And couldn't I tell you stories about her two little darlings... but I won't, cause what's the point?
You know what, whatever.
I hope she has a good life. I don't need her in mine, as she obviously doesn't want to be in it. But have the guts to talk to me, not to my kids. You know the kids I shouldn't have had?
Screw it... I don't need friends like that.
But it doesn't stop me missing the one I thought I had.
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| why do these things take so very long... |
| 05.06.05 (2:38 pm) [edit] |
The Devil's Brigade United at last
And for those unfamiliar with the story a link to the the movie version
*cue heartfelt sigh of exasperation and awe*
Why do these sorts of recognitions come so late? How many men have passed from this world never really feeling recognized. Oh I get that to some of them the only recognition they required was that of their comrade in arms and I have no doubt that these fellows did just that, recognized each other. But is it truly so much to ask that the rest of the freaking world pay attention to people who make a difference? Maybe soldiers oughta go on strike sometime and let the world find out what it's like to not have men and women willing to lay down their lives for the benefit of another or the ideals of the free world?
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